It becomes real clear for me when it involves our grandsons.
If possible, I drop everything and go.
I go because being with them and watching them play
baseball is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
It means that when the oldest (above ) who is playing in a four day tournament
goes out on the mound to pitch- I want to capture every single moment.
It means when the youngest leans up against me and says,
“Madu, can I buy a water?”, I would willingly buy him three.
There are things on hold at home.
No doubt my zinnias and tomatoes are suffering.
I have another teacher training to conduct this month in Laredo.
My father’s business affairs are ongoing.
The garage needs organizing.
And then of course there is blogging- which my heart wants to do in a way
that is appealing to whomever stops by to visit.
Instead dear friends,
I am going to watch baseball.
I know you would do exactly the same thing.
Have a wonderful weekend!